MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 32

Qinglong Island is a standard overseas fairy mountain. It is quiet and avoiding the world. It is all monks. It has eguan crown belts. It has misty robes. It is full of flowers all year round. From the sea, there is still a thin layer of mist on the island. A big Taoyuan floating on the water.

Qinglong Island is one of the four saints. It is closed all year round and does not show up much. It doesn't seem to be in charge, but he came out to meet Yan Zhengming, and his attitude was very kind and cheerful, as if he was facing his own junior. Xu Shi knew that he was upset, and the island owner did not pull him to talk more. After arranging them to stay, the island owner generously stated that all the resources on Qinglong Island could be borrowed by him until he found the missing Muchun real person. And his two younger brothers and sisters whose lives are unknown.

In this regard, the monks certainly couldn't chew their tongues as blatantly as rural villagers, they chewed softly and the tide was turbulent.

Think about the same truth. The owner of Qinglong Island who counts no one can't bother. He doesn't bother to show up once every ten years in Fair City. How can these little cubs, He Dehe, be favored by his elderly?

What's more, these little cubs don't say anything when they are low-profile. They only know that they are open and generous, but they still refuse to converge on Qinglong Island, which is really despising.

These dark tides were violent and violent, and he didn't know. He really had no time to care. The island mainly covered the birthdates of Cheng Qian and the puddles. He sent countless monks to search for three days without any news.

Yan Zhengming didn't know how these three days came.

Until the early morning of the fourth day-Xiaoyue'er opened the door lightly, holding in her hand a set of comb tools that the emperor's daughter had to slap at the sight of, and set the incense to wake her up. A probe revealed that the master was no longer in the room.

Xiaoyueer was startled, thinking that she was getting up late, ready to face each other. She entered Ai Ai period, but found that Dao Tong had made the bed, and the owner of the house was missing.

Xiaoyueer asked quickly, "Where is the young master?"

Dao Tong replied: "I heard that there was news that they were in charge. They got up in the middle of the night yesterday and left overnight."

Xiaoyueer stayed-apart from spoiling Yan Zhengming's prodigal son, the Yan family was actually fair and did not treat others down. She is the son of Yan's family and a little girl, almost regarded as half The lady who raised her was usually responsible for combing the hair of the young master on Fuyao Mountain. She did not care about anything else. Even when the two demon wars at sea, she stayed firmly in the cabin without splashing seawater. The wind and waves outside never hit her head, this was the first time she felt the hearts of the people around her.

Xiaoyueer held the sandalwood box in her arms and asked confused: "Then ... didn't say when to return?"

Dao Tong looked back at the innocent little girl and softened his voice involuntarily, and said, "I didn't say, I don't know what happened."

After speaking, Dao Tong lowered his voice and added: "I tell you, don't tell others-last night, I listened to our young master and uncle No. 2 and listened to that meaning. If anything, we're afraid I wo n’t be able to return to Fuyao Mountain in the short term. If that is the case, you have to remember that this island is a real person. A few girls, do n’t run around, and do n’t just offend others, have you heard? ”

The island owner seems to have a deep relationship with the Fuyao faction. In fact, it has been thought that the missing real wooden chunchun people may appear near Wangyou Valley, so someone has been waiting there for some time, but for some reason, none of these monks have Dare to search in the valley.

Waited three full days before waiting for Cheng Qian and Puddle.

Cheng Qian looked so miserable at that time. Even the monks who were waiting for the rabbit did not expect that the real person of Mu Chun was not there. He was a big child and led a small child to come out by himself.

Beasts and monsters can be seen everywhere in the valley. In this way, they can come out alive, who might be entrusted with the spirit of heaven.

It's just that they imagine that the teenager who should be frightened is not as good as expected.

In the evening, Cheng Qian took a bowl of vegetable porridge from a nearby villager and thanked a monk. He first tasted it, then took the puddle aside, dug a spoon and put it in her mouth. The puddle followed him for a few days and became a little hungry ghost, and immediately opened his mouth to eat.

Cheng Qian flinched her hands, letting her bite.

The puddle looked sobbing and looked at him pitifully.

Cheng Qian whispered: "Remember what I said? I'll give it to you if I remember."

The puddle nodded quickly, and at the same time closed the two fat hands with no control, and nodded arrogantly, thus obtaining her first bite of food these days.

At first glance, this situation seems to be a naughty little brother bullying her sister, playing with her, and having to eat it as a puppet-in fact, the puppet part is completely a puddle instinct for the puppet to play.

When meeting these strangers, Cheng Qian immediately ordered the puddle: from now on, she is not allowed to show her wings in front of anyone, otherwise she will not be given food.

The nun next to her probably thought that the little girl was quite chubby for nothing, so she chatted and asked, "Why did you send such a small disciple?"

Cheng Qian smiled at her without changing his face: "I once had a younger brother who had fun and sneaked down the mountain to pick it up on the road. The years may not be very good. Presumably someone in the village under the mountain cannot afford it. The younger brother looked at her as pitiful, so she picked it up-seniors, you think, our ten years and twenty years of practice as a flick of a finger are enough for her to grow from a tooth to a big girl, a little younger It doesn't interfere with anything, it will grow up soon. "

The female Xiu couldn't help teasing him: "You haven't finished a 'flick of your finger', and speak like an adult. If I say, you should follow us and go back to heal first. It takes a day or two to ride a flying bike. "

While cleaning the porridge leaking out of the corner of the puddle, Cheng Qian replied, "I'm fine by myself, but it's not good to bring my little sister to trouble your seniors. I'll wait for my brothers. Now Master is not here. "If you want me to listen to my brother, I don't have any idea. I dare not make any claims on my own."

Nun: "..."

She had no idea where the little cub had no idea.

Perhaps because of his young age, Cheng Qian is actually not very good at dealing with people. He rarely says anything on his own initiative, and does not deliberately climb friendships with others. He is polite and kind—everything is good, except for oil and salt.

His injuries included the beasts scratching and biting, and various types of bruises. The cloth wrapped around his arms was already sticking to his hands.

It stands to reason that if you come out of Wangyou Valley, you have to have a few skins if you don't die. Besides, he also has a little girl with a toothy language. It should have reached the end of the crossbow. However, this process can be seen as if nothing happened. He had no choice but to go with them. He was very tight-lipped about what happened in Yanzhong, so he couldn't tell him how to say anything.

When the moon was above the willow tip, Yan Zhengming, who got the news, arrived.

He came by himself. He didn't bring Li Yun and Han Yuan, and even Dao Tong didn't follow. The car pulled by Shendiao hadn't stopped yet, and Yan Zhengming had lifted the curtain and jumped down.

Fearing for a few days, Yan Zhengming brewed a belly of wicked fire, but when he saw Cheng Qian's **** wolf howling, the prepared fire frightened half, and then he didn't see Master, and the other half suddenly disappeared. Already.

Yan Zhengming ran over in three steps and two steps, first hurriedly catching the puddle that flew into his arms, and then pulled up the submersible, and then asked, "What's going on? How did you do this? These days you Where did you go? Master? How did he leave you two here alone? "

Cheng Qian didn't answer, just looked at him stunned.

Yan Zhengming jumped up and down and asked, "Little dive, what's going on?"

Cheng Qian did not squeak, his eyes glanced across Yan Zhengming's face, and he swept around those strange monks around him.

After all, the monks on Qinglong Island came from, and at a glance, they knew that there was something to say between the teachers and brothers, and they voluntarily retreated.

Cheng Qian sighed softly, and found a small seal from his arms with the uninjured hand, and handed it to Yan Zhengming, almost inaudibly: "This is the head seal, master, Master asked me to bring you. "

Yan Zhengming stunned for a while, then reacted, he took a step back sharply, and the blood on his face suddenly faded away.

He looked at the seal on Cheng Qian's palm covered with blood and dust, as if he had seen some beasts, and his eyes were almost horrified for a while.

The words behind Cheng Qian blocked his last retreat.

"Master is dead," Cheng Qian said. "He said, you will be in charge of Fuyao."

"No ..." Yan Zhengming shook his head instinctively and pushed away Cheng Qian in a panic, saying incoherently, "I don't ... you, you take this away, don't give it to me! Nonsense, how could Master die?"

Cheng Qian: "I watched him fly away."

"Impossible!" Yan Zhengming's eyes widened, and he couldn't say anything, just denying blindly, "Impossible!"

This time, Cheng Qian did not answer. He kept the gesture of handing out the head seal and looked at Yan Zhengming deeply. The sadness on his face was as if he should never appear on a young man.

"It's true," he mumbled. "Brother, it's true ..."

The speech was unfinished, Cheng Qian's head suddenly dropped weakly, and the whole man fell down without warning.

Yan Zhengming subconsciously reached out to support him, and I didn't know where it was touched. Immediately, a scary blood mark was put on the white sleeve.

Cheng Qian's body was cold, Yan Zhengming almost felt that he was no longer breathing. He turned Cheng Qian over in a panic, and stretched out **** to explore Cheng Qian's breath, but his hands were too hard to touch, and fumbled For a long time, I didn't find out why.

The puddle doesn't usually say much, but she can't speak after all. At this time, she can't express herself, only crying. In these few days, she almost cried all the tears she had been dying in her lifetime.

Yan Zhengming's ears were buzzing, and his mind was blank. He clutched Cheng Qian's hand tightly. The palm of his hand was as cold as ice, so he couldn't cover it for a while. His mouth would only repeat mechanically: "Don't cry, puddle, don't cry."

He didn't know how long he knelt on the ground stiffly, maybe for a long time, maybe just a blink of an eye, someone grabbed his shoulder and shook it a few times, Yan Zhengming raised his head blankly, and saw an unknown blue dragon Brother Island, looking at him anxiously.

Yan Zhengming felt that his face must be uglier than a ghost, because he found that the monk seemed to have misunderstood something, and subconsciously did the same thing as him-reaching out to explore Tan Qian's breath, for a moment, the monk was relieved and lifted Started: "There is still gas, I have elixir and wound medicine, don't worry, maybe it's not that serious."

Yan Zhengming nodded, and then bite his tongue fiercely, the sharp stinging and **** rushed to his eyebrows, and then he recovered from the chaos and tried to settle, He quietly took the headprint from Cheng Qian, held it in his hand, leaned forward and lifted Cheng Qian, and said to the puddle: "Can you walk by yourself?"

The puddle cautiously tipped his feet and stretched his arms, pulling a corner of his clothes.

Yan Zhengming sat on the carriage pulled by Shendiao and returned to Qinglong Island all night long. He had no God and could hardly breathe. Intellectually, he knows that Cheng Qian is more or less true. Master has always been more than spoiled and severe. However, with a breath, he will never throw Cheng Qian and the puddle in such a dangerous place.

Li Yan and Han Yuan waited on Qinglong Island for a long time, and when they saw him back, they rushed up.

"What happened to Xiao Qian?"

"Where's Master?"

"Yes, why didn't Master come back together?"

"Where did they find them?"

"I don't know!" Yan Zhengming strode over two of his younger brothers, and was so anxious that he almost wanted to yell, "Don't ask me, don't make a noise! ​​Wait until he wakes up!"

Ke Chengqian has been unconscious, and his injuries were part of it. For three or four days in Wangyou Valley, he was carrying a puddle, and he certainly hadn't dared to close his eyes.

Yan Zhengming kept guarding him. At the beginning, he waited for Cheng Qian to wake up. He couldn't wait to know what had happened in Wangyou Valley, but the more he got scared in his heart.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he remembered that Cheng Qian was covered with blood, looked at him deeply, and told him that Master was dead, which made him sleepless at night.

In the extreme anxiety, Yan Zhengming naturally came up with an idea, he thought: "I just pick a pick and go home, when the master goes away."

As soon as the idea came up, it took up all his thoughts.

Yeah, anyway, there is money in his family. It is enough for Ronghua to live a mortal life for decades.

As for the teachers and brothers, he can take them home together. Those who are willing to continue to practice martial arts, and those who are willing to study, will be sent to test their names.

Be in charge-stop joking, the only thing he can do in his life is to be a young master!

Yan Zhengming thought to himself that he did n’t even carve a basic spell, and the basic swordsmanship practiced two or five eyes. Regardless of his power, any Taoist boy on Qinglong Island who brought tea and water was better than him. For the sake of high, let him be the head, what can come out of it?

Yan Zhengming thought so, and immediately stood up and called in a Taoist boy who was serving him: "Xuan Shi, Xuan Shi!"

Dao Tong Xun Shi trot all the way to him: "Master."

"Bring a pen and paper, I will send a letter to the family." Yan Zhengming quickly commanded, "Pack up our luggage, get the boat ready, and when Xiao Qian wakes up, I will immediately go to the island owner to resign."

Fang Shiyi stayed: "Master, are we going back to Fuyao Mountain?"

Yan Zhengming: "What is Fuyao Mountain back? Go home!"

Fang Shi was startled: "Master, that school ..."

Yan Zhengming waved his hand: "There aren't any Fuyao factions, the martial arts have dispersed, do you understand? Hurry up, it's only been a few days."

The flint ran away.

Cheng Qian woke up, it was two days later. As soon as he moved, he put a hand on his forehead, and a familiar orchid swelled up. The taste was somehow dimmed. Cheng Qian opened it gently. Opening his mouth, he said silently, "Brother."

His throat was too dumb, he didn't say a word.

Yan Zhengming helped him up and brought him a bowl of water without saying a word.

After Cheng Qian drank in one breath, he began to ask a little embarrassedly: "Where's the little sister?"

Yan Zhengming said, "In Xiaoyue'er, there are girls watching."

Cheng Qian frowned frantically, and asked, "The head seal ... Yes, and the head seal, have I given it to you?"

Yan Zhengming pulled out a string from his neck and tied the little head seal underneath.

Cheng Qian's confused and tense expression finally loosened a little, and his face showed some fatigue.

The Fuyao sent chickens and dogs to jump every day. The big ones did n’t know how to let the small ones, and the young did n’t know how to respect the elder brother.

Yan Zheng sighed and asked softly, "Are you hungry?"

Cheng Qian shook his head. He leaned on the bed for a while, and then said in a quiet room: "I, Shimei and Master, we got there because of the wrong sign we drew that day."

Yan Zhengming didn't interrupt him, sitting quietly aside, listening to his ins and outs from beginning to end.

Cheng Qian didn't have much strength, he spoke intermittently, and it took him a full amount of incense to explain clearly. After listening to Yan Zhengming, he had no words for a long time.

The candle flower jumped a little, and the flame was a little burning. Yan Zhengming returned to his strength and exhausted himself to straighten his waist. For a time, he felt that the print on his neck weighed more than a thousand pounds, and he was about to bend his neck.

He stood up, put one hand on Cheng Qian's head, and said in the softest tone of his life, "I'll let you bring you porridge, eat a little, and then take medicine."

Cheng Qianshun nodded obediently.

Yan Zhengming turned around and walked out, saying to himself, "Well, I know what's going on. He also woke up and can go home tomorrow morning."

How good it is to go home, open your hands with your clothes and open your mouth with your meals. You don't have to get up early to practice swords, or nightly exercises ...

As Yan Zhengming walked to the door with a lot of thoughts, Cheng Qian suddenly said, "Wait, my master, haven't I lost my book? Can you let someone bring me those swords?"

Yan Zhengming had touched the doorknob's hand suddenly, he stood straight back to Cheng Qian standing there, the whole person seemed to be frozen.

"What?" Cheng Qian frowned, "Did you lose it?"

Yan Zhengming turned his back to him and asked mutely, "I can't get up. What kind of sword chart?"

"The ancestor said that we have continued the blood of the Fuyao faction," Cheng Qiandao said, "even if we can't get up, the blood is still there-let me say that the master also said, let me practice the sword well in the future."

Yan Zhengming stood for a long time, suddenly turned around suddenly, walked back in two steps, and Cheng Qian, who was sitting on the bedside, took in his arms.

The head of the shop was stuck on his collarbone, and it was painful in his life. He thought, "Go to his mother's school, I'm Fuyao, and I'm not dead yet!"

He hugged too tightly, as if holding a life-saving straw, his body trembled trembling. For a while, Cheng Qian thought he was crying.

However, he waited for a long time, did not wait for the tears as expected, only a word that the master said in his ear.

"It's all right," Yan Zhengming said.